Between 9am And 3pm Is When I

As Anyone Who Has The Slightest Knowledge Of My Work Knows, I Have Little In Common With Larkin, Who Was Tall, Taciturn And Thin-on-top, And Unlike Him I Laugh, Nay, Sneer, In The Face Of Death. I Will Concede One Point: We Are Both Lesbian Poets.

What Will You Do Now With The Gift Of Your Left Life?

Poetry, Above All Is A Series Of Intense Moments ­ Its Power Is Not In Narrative. I'm Not Dealing With Facts, I'm Dealing With Emotion.

Every Day Is A Gift With A Child, No Matter What Problems You Have.

I Like To Use Simple Words, But In A Complicated Way.